Dress-up Darling Chapter Mga Nobela at Kwento

“To what extent has she brainwashed you, huh? How could you be so foolish—” A servant rushed into the glasshouse, his face pale, and his voice choked as he shouted, “Vampire hunter!” Then something pierced him, penetrating from his back to his chest. He fell forward, and behind him stood a woman in a red dress. Henry was the first to react upon seeing her figure. He was stunned, and as the woman noticed his astonishment, she smiled at him. “You—” Henry choked. “Hello, Darling.”

“And you liked it, didn’t you, darling?” Her fiery gaze from when she arrived pins me, “Don’t call me that i am nobody’s darling.” “You’re wrong, Mirabelle.” I shake my head. “You’re your stepbrother’s darling and you love that don’t you?” “Get out,” she snarls, pulling her shirt down. “You got your way.” My way?

Just like Damian, everyone was stunned by her appearance, because she looked like a completely different person with the dress, they almost forgot the beautiful woman was a world class hacker who could easily reveal their most embarrassing search history. "Miss Naya, we are so happy you are able to make it. We already thought you might skip on it. Come, take a seat. The meals are about to be delivered, in the meantime, enjoy yourself a glass of wine." Dario offered as he reached out his hand to the seat across him. She was definitely going to steal the spotlight that night. There were not many females in the room, she only saw thre eotehr females in the room, and to be honest, they were not

Yifa’s POV: I sat down on the bed as I had my head down. I was wearing a red, flowery gown, it was a mini gown which made me a bit uncomfortable as my body was exposed greatly. It was a gift from Darwin. That was all he cared about and that was to dress his prey before eating them all up and that was exactly he was doing right now.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 54 -ELAINE- I clocked out early from work and prepared for my date with meticulous care. I chose the red dress that previously garnered attention at that party hosted by Duncan for the kids. I made the conscious choice to wear it again, this time for him. The hue always carried a connotation of danger, but it felt fitting for the evening. The little red dress accentuated my curves in a way that was provocative, yet not overtly. Just enough to render Duncan momentarily speechless upon seeing me, precisely the effect I desired.

She should have been irritated, but instead…she smirked. Fine. Let him think he was winning. She’d wear the dress. She’d play along. Because soon, she wouldn’t be here anymore. Soon, she’d be gone. The dining hall was grand…too grand for just a simple breakfast. A massive chandelier hung above the long table, its crystals gleaming in the morning light. Nirvana strolled in, her steps slow, deliberate. The dress fit her too well, its soft fabric brushing against her skin in a way that felt both unfamiliar and uncomfortable.

"Check what happened at the bridal shop yesterday. Right now! Find out who upset her this time. I swear, this is hell. Tell the manager to remake the dress in the original size and send it over." The hallway was quiet. I stood by the elevator as cold air poured from the vent, chilling me to the bone. What he didn't understand was that it had never been about the dress. It was about his favoritism. I took out my phone, opened my notes, and found the wedding schedule. Then, I swiped left and tapped delete.

Logging each scar, each freckle to memory. Only once he disappeared from view did I return my attention to the package, pulling at the silken ribbon loose before carefully peeling back the violet wrapping paper, the same colour as Ophir's eyes. I opened the box, a giggle building up in my throat as a giddy sort of excitement filled my chest as I stared at the red dress that sat inside. I pulled it out, the material made of the softest satin. Golden heels lay beneath the gown. I quickly stood, not wasting any time, as I slid on the dress, not missing the fact that Garren hadn't given me any underwear to slip on first.

Adrian looked adorable in his custom miniature navy tuxedo with gold accents and a tiny crown perched on his head. His eyes were wide with pure awe as he took in the magical setup. “Wow…” Adrian whispered, squeezing his father’s hand tighter. “Daddy, it’s like a real castle!” Roderick smiled down at him, pride radiating from every inch of his being. He crouched slightly, adjusting Adrian’s crown. “This is all for you, little man. Happy 4th birthday.” Camille watched them with a soft, emotional smile. She looked elegant in a flowing champagne-colored gown that complemented the royal theme perfectly.

Charlotte asked. "Mr Zane Dalton. I hope you enjoy your stay here ma'am. I am in the kitchen. if you need anything call me." Gloria said and left. Charlotte kept scanning through the wardrobe. The pretty tops, trousers and dresses. All of them looked so beautiful and expensive. "When last did I wear something like this?"She said looking at the ceiling as if she is watching her old life. "She picks a blue dress and places it on the huge bed. She doesn't have an underwear yet so she took Tyler's boxer short.